Circle You, Circle You Kagome, Kagome

by Ketakoshka Kathleen Castlionia

Voldemort never existed. After all if Tom Marvolo Riddle was murdered before he became an adult, there would never be one. Harry, orphaned by a freak accident, lives with his godfather and Remus on the edge of a muggle woods where Wool's Orphanage is. If only Harry had listened to the warnings. Tom x Harry. Yaoi. Based partly off of Kagome, Kagome by Vocaloid.

3. Chapter 3

krysania: Nope, your fears are unneeded. Just don't tell anyone what I'm talking about.

Guest: I know. I wrote it when I was babysitting...

Rose Haven: Well you have another chapter to keep you company and I'm glad that you won't eat me. And I would have done the same thing.

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Love, Keta.

Chapter 3: The Orphanage

The little group of children slip out of the manor into the dark forest following what Harry's voice had asked. The trees seem to surround them and soon they become hopelessly lost. "Harry," Hermione whispers, "I think we should turn back. Sirius and Remus are going to be furious."

"No, Mione! He's finally told me where he is! I want to find him." He takes off down the path blindly running with the others following, worried for their friends. Suddenly he stops… right in front of an Orphanage.

His eyes are wide and glazed and he starts to go closer. "Harry?"

Draco reaches out to touch his friend who snaps out of his trance at the touch. "I'm okay, Drakey."

"What was that about?" Neville asks.

"He's inside the orphanage. He lives there. He wants me to go inside."

"What about us?"

"He wants you to let me go alone. He's scared that the others won't like you."

"Others?"

"The other children of the orphanage."

Newspaper Clip from December 13th, 1933

Since the death of Tom Marvolo Riddle on October 23rd, ten children have died in Wool's Orphanage. On the grounds of neglect, Mrs. Cole, the matron has been removed from her position in the staff and the orphanage closed.

All of the dead children were found in the middle of an indented circle as if someone was pacing around them. And the other children said they could hear laughter as if someone was playing.

Harry waves at his friends before disappearing inside. The wind at his back pushes him onward through the dark halls and ruffles his hair like a special friend. The threadbare curtains act as guides to his destination, blowing in the direction of his path. A small white light trickles down from the highest windows, giving him enough light so he doesn't trip on the holey rugs that make a long line of soft fabric beneath his sneakers. His fingers just brush the walls, seeing a hint of what kind of people this building used to carry.

On the outside, the others wait for a few minutes before rushing up to the door when it slams shut and locks with the laughter of little children coming from the inside, trapping an unknowing Harry inside.